"You'll get me next time, I'm sure." Luke smiles. The worst thing is, he actually means it—he always means it.

How someone so open and unapologetically kind-hearted can be so goddamn powerful pisses you off—doesn't he know that'll get him in deep shit one day, with the circles he's bound to run in?

Unbeknownst to you, Luke finds your totally-not-one-sided feud absolutely adorable. How could he not? When your lips jut out into that subconscious, glistening pout whenever your spot remains a stubborn #2. Or whenever you forcibly grab him and drag him into the sparring ring before inevitably, (gently), getting your ass handed to you.

It's annoying. He's annoying. And smiling at you way, way too warmly.